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July Frvr - Blood Inside the Coupe Lyrics



July Frvr - Blood Inside the Coupe Lyrics
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You wanna f*ck with nobody go head
I am a baker addicted to bread
I rather have my whole family cry up in a Bentley
Then crying themselves in a bed
I wanna smile
Don't wanna be walking all through your lil city like watching my back
You don't know what it's like
When you got all this potential but you cannot get our your head
Yeah, yeah
Blood inside the coupe, got my mind on the race
Baby I ain't f*ckin with you f*ck up out my face
Couldn't fall out of love if everyday I prayed
Girl you stuck up in my brain, you stuck in my brain
Praying up to God, up to God, up to God
Baby show me love, show me love, show me love
Praying up to God, up to God, up to God
Baby show me love, show me love, show me love
That coupe all white like Neimo
My bitch smoking on your bitch her eyes red like a demon
That lil bitch she don't want any friends
Unless their name is Benjamin, and they let her in
And she so soft like the moonlight, but I think that she needs help
Girl I think that you need help
Oh I think that you need, help
You wanna f*ck with nobody go head
I am a baker addicted to bread
I rather have my whole family cry up in a Bentley
Then crying themselves in a bed
I wanna smile
Don't wanna be walking all through your lil city like watching my back
You don't know what it's like
When you got all this potential but you cannot get our your head
Yeah, yeah
Blood inside the coupe, got my mind on the race
Baby I ain't f*ckin with you f*ck up out my face
Couldn't fall out of love if everyday I prayed
Girl you stuck up in my brain, you stuck in my brain
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English

You wanna f*ck with nobody go head
I am a baker addicted to bread
I rather have my whole family cry up in a Bentley
Then crying themselves in a bed
I wanna smile
Don't wanna be walking all through your lil city like watching my back
You don't know what it's like
When you got all this potential but you cannot get our your head
Yeah, yeah
Blood inside the coupe, got my mind on the race
Baby I ain't f*ckin with you f*ck up out my face
Couldn't fall out of love if everyday I prayed
Girl you stuck up in my brain, you stuck in my brain
Praying up to God, up to God, up to God
Baby show me love, show me love, show me love
Praying up to God, up to God, up to God
Baby show me love, show me love, show me love
That coupe all white like Neimo
My bitch smoking on your bitch her eyes red like a demon
That lil bitch she don't want any friends
Unless their name is Benjamin, and they let her in
And she so soft like the moonlight, but I think that she needs help
Girl I think that you need help
Oh I think that you need, help
You wanna f*ck with nobody go head
I am a baker addicted to bread
I rather have my whole family cry up in a Bentley
Then crying themselves in a bed
I wanna smile
Don't wanna be walking all through your lil city like watching my back
You don't know what it's like
When you got all this potential but you cannot get our your head
Yeah, yeah
Blood inside the coupe, got my mind on the race
Baby I ain't f*ckin with you f*ck up out my face
Couldn't fall out of love if everyday I prayed
Girl you stuck up in my brain, you stuck in my brain
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Writer: Arman Shams
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Performed By: July Frvr
Language: English
Length: 2:26
Written by: Arman Shams
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